when you're young
the stars twinkle like a clown
when you're old and lame
the song has lost its flair
you cannot hear
you cannot see
you cannot smell
the breezes of the sea
when you're wrinkled
when you're stooped
you can't enjoy the view
of the ocean near you
you can't tell the colors
of that passing rainbow
you can't smell the scent
of the flowers near the bayou
time, old age is not a kick
it's not a cake that you can eat
for it has lost its taste
when your taste buds are dead
as there is dawn
there is the night
as there are newborns
there are lolas and lolos
as the curtain opens in a play
the actors begin to imitate you and me
but as we approach the end
the curtain falls, the end will rule the day
endings, beginnings, life, death
it's a cycle we can't dodge or forget
for it will get us as the time ticks
as the sun sets, as the moon wanes...
sad isn't it :?...
